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The Id and The Odyssey; Episode 110

Got To Start A Revolution

“I have a lot
of things on my mind,” Rich said, “You know, a long trip, maybe
three years.“ However, Rich was thinking about the friendship he
had with them when he first arrived. It wasn’t the same. What he
thought he had he was afraid no longer existed.

“That’s
natural,” Katy said.

“Almost two
years ago I left my family and I don’t miss them. I want to see
them, but I don’t miss them like I will you guys,” Rich said and
sniffled. “Leaving home should have been tragic, but it was a
relief. I have only met good people along the way. I‘m afraid if a
venture takes me beyond what I have here, I can never again have what
I‘ve had the last year and a half. This is the life I want. I want
friends who can be depended upon.”

Dennis scooted to
the edge his chair. “Rich, good begets good. Good people bring out
the good in others. I have been enriched by knowing you - we all
have.”

Each had their
own astonished looks except Sam.

“You are one
extraordinary young man,” Dennis said smiling.

“And we’re
glad to have you here,” Peggy said patting Rich’s knee.

“Well, tell us
about your plans,” Dennis said encouragingly. “Inform us about
your trip.”

“Our young
friend has grown much the last couple of months,” Sam said. “He’s
set to harness his passion.”

Rich wasn’t
ready for where Sam was about to take the conversation.

Rich smiled
broadly and quickly intervened. “It will take me two to three
years. I plan to start this fall or possibly next spring. I’m not
totally certain. I think most of the preparation will be mental.
There’s a lot to do between now and then. The first leg of my trip
will be across the Atlantic with stops in Greenland and Iceland.
That’s a bit out of the way, but those are places I want to see.
And next …” And Rich went on to relate his plans that became an
encouraging interchange. He avoided any conversation that might
involve or commit him to a political view. The Baez article was
enough, he did not want to further perjure his conscience .

“That was some
nifty writing on Baez a few weeks back,” Dennis said.

“I was quite
proud of his efforts,” Sam said.

“Proud is not
the word for it,” Katy said. “That’s all he talked about for a
week.”

“It hit the
coast didn’t it?” Peggy said.

“San Francisco,
LA, and Seattle,” Sam said.

“A couple more
articles like that and you’ll be able to fly around the world,”
Dennis said.

“Tell them what
you think of politics and society,” Sam urged. “You area among
friends.”

Rich mulled Sam’s
words and the ones he was trying to frame. He thought, “they want
something. Give them something.”

“You know
something,” Rich said. “If I was to tell you some of my radical
thoughts it might scare you and end our friendship. But as it is I’m
going to head back to my place. You guys can talk about formula,
contractions, and baby names; I got a revolution to plan.”

Rich stood and
said goodnight.

On the drive back
to Rockland he was relieved to be away from them. The enjoyment he
once had in the presence of their company had faded into a memory he
was not certain of it’s genuine nature anymore.

Rich returned to
his apartment. It was time for some music from Carman followed by
Lionel Hampton, Billy Holiday, and The Beatles. Music can either calm
you into a state where thinking is clear or take you to where
thinking is not needed. As the evening drew to midnight it became
clear, for the present, it was the latter.

The next day was
Saturday. He was up early and went to a diner for breakfast. As he
left he bumped into Gordy just outside the door of the diner.

“Wow,” Gordy
said, “arent’ you the early bird.”

“I got some
thing planned for the day and need an early start,” Rich said.

“Sailing?”
Gordy said.

“No,” Rich
said.

“What are you
doing today?” Gordy said.

“I’m driving
up to Edmundston,” Rich said.

“What on earth
for?” Gordy said.

“Just to get
away,” Rich said.

“Do you mind if
I come along,” Gordy said. “We’ll split the gas.”

“Maybe we could
do it some other time,” Rich said. “It’s hard to explain, but I
have to get out of here and be by myself for awhile.”

“Sure go have a
good time in Edmundston,” Gordy smiled. “See if I care. Sounds to
me like a fun time.”

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